DJ Battlecat - Front Page lyrics

[Hook: Hittman] Frontpage Stardom, I'm the golden child (That means we takin over this year) Can't f** wit my bold crew Frontpage Stardom, I'm the golden child (That means we takin over this year) Can't f** wit my bold crew Frontpage Stardom, I'm the golden child (That means we takin over this year) Can't f** wit my bold crew Frontpage Stardom, I'm the golden child [Hittman] (Where the hell ya been homie?) Chillin` (Do you think you`ll go platinum?) Man listen (Everybody's talkin) Some are dissin` so I keep all your a** at fire arm distance (What are your goals?) 8 figures (What is your role?) straight n***a (What about your flow?) Ha you wondering you gott to spend with me in the summer you'll see [Hook] [Hittman] Extra Extra! Read all about him! Hitt signed to Aftermath Now the B-Boys doubt him, females crowd him, decoys Clone him, females want him, everybody on him, but he don't Care bout it man when he be zonin`, I remember when The boy used to be a loner, waitin for the bus to come, posted On the corner, of Crenshaw & Country Club he Had no pub, now his car gitt`s valet parked, and he's the talk of the club Groupies in Gucci, Tuedays at Sky Sushi, high cla** mommas At Las Palmas he gitt honored, came a long way from wearing Puma`s and Bombers In line to see Krush Groove at the Baldwin Theater, now with Rhymes he touch you, the small n***as hate him,ya'll couldent fade Him with bleach on your clippers, now on the radio, he played Bout as frequent Jigga, see the picture? [Hook] [Hittman] Allow me to introduce myself, I'm sick of fools Speakin for me like I need help, you usually don't See me cuz I be stealth, and you should buy My cd cuz I need wealth, you ever see me Runnin its never for health, only for prez, the ones That`s dead, mainly the one with the least hair on His head, like white color crime, man i gotta stay Fed, now if I couldn't rhyme I`d probably be pre-med, spending Most of my time tryna to stop A.I.D.S. spread, but thats Not my calling mines is ballin instead, slangin` rap like Its crack to you damn baseheads ,why do you think they Call me Hitt?? Sign a contract then that`s what I supply you with Whether combat a bomb track, or your chick, crime Scene or magazine I'm all over it [Hook] [Eminem] I stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression Tensed up like I'm suffering from a case of nasal congestion Eyes hazel, complexion beige, age still in question Critics hate my tape kids can't wait for the next one As long as there's rejects, my tape never e-jects the deck That's the level of re-spect each cd gets While y'all are grasping at straws like me snortin' crushed aspirin And gaspin' at air ‘n collapsin' in malls I'm just a realistic impression of artistic expression Who's tape was in the deck when the kids shot up delicatessen So when I — launch a verse full of contra-verse That'll haunt you worse than Ma$e before he joined the church Ok kids I dismiss this cla** I'm going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas Umm, Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his a** This is my last album , this is my last Valium Just pick my a** up when I pa** out in the bathroom If y'all don't like this sh** that you hearing then blow me ‘til your lipstick is smearin' And I can see my dick disappearin' [Hook]